1746 B.C.:
Akehar stood in the sacred chamber, watching Susuk, one of his fellow priests, as the older man perused the Book of Amun. It was just one of the ancient relics that Enkartep had brought to this chamber years ago.
Around Akehar and his fellow priests were those other relics.
There was the Sword of Set, which Set had used to murder his brother Osiris, and the Womb of Hathor, with which the gods had created the first Egyptians, and various others, each boasting some strange and formidable power. The only one not there was the Essence of Anubis, which Enkartep had imbibed to become a god.
The Book of Amun, the center of Susuk's attention, had been granted to the Egyptians by Sekhmet, to help them battle the gods should they ever rise to anger. It was full of mystical spells, and was now the lynchpin of their plot to unseat Enkartep.
In his arrogance, believing that no one could match him, he had moved these relics from their previous private location into this more public chamber, letting anyone and everyone see them, as a way to honor his own ascendancy into godhood a century ago. Unbeknownst to him, he had helped pave the way for his own comeuppance in bringing these relics here instead of destroying or hiding them.
Susuk was to lead the ritual that would defeat Enkartep. The other five priests were there to lend their efforts; Akehar was to play an important part in luring Enkartep to his doom, and then would join them as the sixth supporter. All that he needed was the signal from Susuk that he was ready to begin.
The fate of Egypt rests in our hands.
After a few more minutes, Susuk turned to the other priests.
"The time has come," he said solemnly, "we must not fail."
They nodded, and left the chamber.
The other six priests headed down to where the ritual would take place.
Akehar watched them go, and then headed off somewhere else.
As a priest of Enkartep, he had access to many places others did not. One such place was the Divine Palace, where Enkartep resided with his priestesses and warriors. The current warriors on guard nodded at him as he passed. Despite his best attempts to mask his nervousness, he could not help but wonder if they could sense it in him.
He made his way up to the god's bedchamber, outside of which two more warriors were on guard.
"I must speak with him," he told them, "it is of the utmost importance."
They nodded at him. One opened the door and slipped inside.
From inside the room, he could hear light moans. His fists clenched as he found himself wondering if it was his sister making them.
Enkartep had taken Akeneb from their family years ago, after seeing her while on a walk through the city. In his words, her youthful beauty and lushness had won him over. The few times Akehar had seen his sister since her absorption into the ranks of his priestesses, she had been mindless and thoughtless, caring only about pleasing her master. Part of the reason for his entry into the ranks of Enkartep's priests had been to find a way to free her from this service.
Alas, he had been unable to find a remedy for the lustful slavishness that Enkartep had mired his sister in. It seemed that whatever had been done to Akeneb had been rendered permanent, or at least unchangeable by any but the one who had done it in the first place. Once such a fact had become painfully clear, Akehar had switched his objective to revenge.
This is for you, Akeneb.
Enkartep appeared from his room, clad only in a robe.
"What is it?"
Akehar swallowed nervously, a trickle of sweat running down the back of his neck.
Susuk had assured him that arrogant as Enkartep was, he could not conceive of something that could unseat him, and so he would not read Akehar's mind and discover the truth.
Nonetheless, it was easy for the nerves to appear.
"There was a disturbance at the temple. Somebody stole one of the relics and damaged another. Susuk wanted me to bring you."
Enkartep frowned.
"Which relics?"
"The stolen one is the Sword of Set," he said, relishing the surprise and brief worry crossing the god's expression, "and the damaged one is the Womb of Hathor."
"Very well," Enkartep said, "lead me."
The walk back to the temple was filled with more anxiety for Akehar. He kept thinking that Enkartep would sense that anxiety, and find the truth with little effort. But nothing came from the god, so Akehar pressed onward, reaching the temple quickly, leading Enkartep down to the lower levels.
"Why are we not going to the sacred chamber?" Enkartep asked.
"We found the Womb of Hathor further down," he answered, doing his best to keep his voice level.
They reached the staircase leading down the room where the ritual would take place. Akehar's nerves mounted as they walked down the steps.
The room the steps led to was large and circular; the priests had cleared it to make room.
The other six priests were waiting, five arranged in an arc behind Susuk. Akehar quickly took his place just as the chanting began.
Present day:
"Is this really necessary?"
"Yes."
"Nobody's following us."
"Just because you don't see them doesn't mean they're not there."
Yussef sighed.
"Are you going to tell me yet what's going on?"
"Not yet, my love."
He sighed again.
Amina frowned.
"Don't you trust me?"
"Yes," he said, a little bit too tersely.
"Then you can wait a little longer," she replied smoothly, ignoring or at least tolerating his frustration.
"When will you tell me?"
"When we're safe."
"We're safe right now."
"Once they are back with us, I will tell you. I promise."
He bit back a sarcastic reply.
"Can I at least put on the radio?"
Amina smiled.
"Of course."
The previous silence was exchanged for current hits.
Yussef sat back in the passenger's seat, watching the streets go by.
The quartet had landed earlier on the roof of some nondescript building. Night had fallen, but despite the cover of darkness, Amina and Salome had still been nervous about being discovered.
So they had outlined this convoluted plan.
Amina and he had left first, taking a car in the garage to some secret spot in the city. Salome would wait a little while with the strange man, and then the two of them would leave in another car. It was apparently all to avoid detection, but to Yussef it seemed like paranoia. The only silver lining had been that it gave him time alone with Amina, so that he could get the truth from her.
But she was still refusing to answer his questions.
After almost half an hour, they pulled into the driveway of a small, one-story house. As they slipped out, Amina cast looks around them.
"I told you," he said in exasperation, "nobody's following us."
"And I told you, just because you don't see them-"
"Doesn't mean they're not there," he finished sarcastically.
The inside of the house was sparsely furnished. Amina led him through the first floor; they came to a door that led down to the basement.
In the corner of the dusty basement was an old wooden bookcase. As Amina crouched to examine something on the lower shelves, he took a cursory glance of the upper shelves, seeing several books about Ancient Egypt.
"Who lives here?" he asked Amina.
"Nobody right now," she told him, "this is a safe house."
A loud creaking noise came from the bookcase, making him jump back, startled.
Amina smiled at his reaction, stepping to his side as the bookcase slid aside, gears grinding to allow such movement.
Behind the bookcase was a hidden staircase, only a half dozen steps leading down into some dark corridor.
They headed down the steps; to their right was a long tunnel, light panels flickering to life on the ceiling.
